The last enemy
Death
Waits everyone in the end of the path
When, where
If I could decide it...
Someones go straight forward
Others escape
Still, it chatches all
Whole life
We spend waiting for it
Thinking about it
But still we can´t get anywhere:
Only death is sure
Death
We can´t live without it
The biggest myth, after love of course
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